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The saiyan he knew as Broli had managed to escape their last encounter. This time fate would not smile on him again, mused the Cosmic Emperor as he hovered high above the rebuilding remains of Avalon. He could easily sense Broli’s ki from here though he would be invisible to the average being from this height. Chaos simply stare down, arms folded neatly across his armored chest, casually waiting for the right moment. As if on que he felt the saiyan’s energy move out of the sparsely populated area, moving westward towards an uninhabitable mountain range.

Chaos’ head slowly turned to follow the ki signature that he couldn’t see, lips curling into a devious smile. The bastard was going to pay for getting in the way of his plans here and it would be oh so slow. Without thought his hands went through a complex sequence of gestures the last of which heralded a dull red flame covering his body that seemed to be under his skin.

Sensing Broli had come to a complete stop Chaos understood the time to act was upon him. Unbeknownst to any but those with the finest ki senses six invisible orbs had manifested behind the Emperor, slowly rotating in a clockwise pattern. Each of them held untold power, a mixture of every type of energy imaginable, but completely invisible to the naked eye.

His aura exploded outward launching him like a black meteor to his target. He was already on Broli, his body rotating and swinging a wild kick at the saiyan’s ribs.

A jab from his left stabbed at Broli’s chin, followed by a heavier right handed punch. Using each attack to advance he slammed his knees into Broli’s stomach, one after the other, as if stepping.

He sprung up and tucked his knees to his chest, kicking at the saiyan’s torso with enough force to send him flying.

Chaos watched the saiyan’s movements and gathered a point of ki on his fingertips. The composition of the energy was remarkably similar to the Indagator Veritatis floating silently behind him, rendering it similarly invisible. With a simple swipe, as if batting a fly, Chaos unleashed the energy at Broli in a wide arc, the excess length splitting the nearby mountain tops clean.

“Remember me?”

Wind howled as it whipped past his frame carrying snowflakes along its current, framing him as a crimson reaper in a cloak of whiteness.

Broli slid away from the city and through the mountainous terrain eloquently as he made his exit from the Avalonian city before their troops arrived. The entire land was scarred with divots and craters, the buildings collapsed onto each other only to pile on top of the deceased. A large number of Paladins lie defeated but that body count was nothing compared to that of the race of ogre beasts. Heaps of scrap metal scattered around the planet remained abandon Broli noted, with scribbles of their foreign language carved into the space shuttles.

With each step the saiyan landed on the flat plains of hilltops with various heights, jumping over the valleys. I wish I had more time to play with my little green sparring boys, he thought with a frown as suddenly a spike of dense ki manifested to his back in what felt like a handful of dense gems. Goosebumps spotted down his flexed elbow as a dart of black lightning crashed on his body with a sharp collision against his protecting arm. Time slowed as Broli’s eyes locked onto the attacker through their clasing limbs.

The Cosmic Emperor.

As Broli looked on hesitantly at his foe, Chaos fire off a flurry of punches that cracked the mammoths jaw with an explosive quickness. The saiyan dashed backwards with a long hop, putting a fair amount of distance between the two but the emperor was upon him before his feet even touched the pavement. Chaos came crashing into Broli with two sharp knees to the each eye socket, driving through him like a mack truck.

A jolt of electricity shot through his chest as Broli tumbled backwards, skipping against the gravel. After a dozen or so rotations Broli finally got his feet under him, screeching to a halt. The saiyan remained defensive as his foes dense gems of energy seemed to morph into a large rod, spectating Chaos closely as he noticed a flux in the non physical energy that radiated off of the man. Chaos weaved his arm downward dozens of yards away from the saiyan, however Broli could hear his foes energy cleave through the mountain overhead. That's probably not good, he said as he blinked away to a nearby hilltop. Assuming the raining mounds of rubble weren’t evidence enough, Broli turned back to see a large slash carved through the middle of the mountain Broli was standing just seconds before. A stream of blood fell from the edge of his left eye as he grinned.

“And after I had let you escape,” he shot back sarcastically. He was in trouble, and it was obvious. I truly should have died our first encounter, he sweat internally with a chuckle. “How should the empire react if they see their emperor’s head on a stick,” he hissed, wiping crimson slime from his eyes. It's a wonderful time to die, he thought as adrenaline rushed through his body. An ignition of emerald blaze engulfed his person as the hulking brute shrieked to the skies. Heavy dark clouds gathered high above them, showering the men with a thin veil of light.

The saiyan cocked back his arm then pitched a sphere of ki that began spiraling with increasing speed. As it rotated, sharp edges emerged and gained definition while it closed in on the Chaos.

Chaos watched the thousands of tons of stone rain from the mountaintops with disappointment. He barely heard Broli’s voice amidst the crashing boulders cascading into the valley below but he heard enough to turn his sights back to the saiyan.

“My head…” he muttered while staring down the attack Broli threw. In that moment he was able to discern the makeup of it, smirking when he recognized the fire energy weaved in it.

It was a clever attack disguised as something rather mundane. Fortunately he had fortified his natural defenses before engaging the massive saiyan so when the whirring attack came he made no effort to avoid it. The rotational force of it alone was incredible, it slammed against his armor with bone breaking force and nearly took his feet from under him.

It failed to knock him off balance though and subsided with a gentle fizzle. His fingers traced the steaming dent where the attack had connected with his armor, the scent of singed ozone reaching his nostrils and darkening his expression. Chaos threw a glance at Broli, a quietly smoldering look in his glowing eyes.

“My head…” he repeated quietly, head dipping ever so slightly.

Immense pressure rocked the area and black fire consumed another section of the mountain range as his power was further unbound. The release of energy was accompanied by a massive boom of force and a blinding ultraviolet light visible for miles.

“But you don’t even have a stick. Here, allow me to provide you with one,” he said, his voice glacially calm.

The last word was punctuated by two dozen distinct ripples of crimson distortion in the air itself behind and above Chaos as they popped into existence. Slowly, almost carefully, things began to emerge from the portals. Glinting tips of unknown weapons poked through and formed a disembodied armada around the Cosmic Emperor, every menacing tip aimed at the smartass saiyan.

Chaos shut his eyes, tipped his head, and a hailstorm of blades thundered toward Broli from twenty-four different angles.

Though his eyes remained closed his senses easily kept an accurate lock on Broli’s location as he dealt with the blade storm. He brought his right hand up, aiming the open palm in Broli’s direction like a gun as a dot of darkness gathered there. Hot on the heels of the final spear the energy in his hand erupted into a fountain of identical spheres, a seemingly endless spray of buckshot-esque energy.

The last blast left his palm with only a faint curl of steam in front of it as he waited. His eyelids cracked open to grace the world with his crimson gaze, fully expecting to be greeted by Broli’s pincushioned and charred corpse.

The saiyan was flung back like a ragdoll, caught in the extreme winds that originated from the emperor. Pebbles tore long streaks across the sides of the mountain, leaving thin trenches running down the canvas. An immensely bright light burned he sealed eyelids as the wave of force took him away.

Broli’s pupils took a second to dilate accordingly as he shook the dust from his locks. “Show off,” he chucked, crawling to his feet. His words fell on deaf ears though, as the Chaos looked down on him calmly, warping dozens of otherworldly dimensional portals behind his back. Each hole spawning point slowly unveiled multiple blades, sharp objects and pointed tips that proceeded to launch forward, locking in on the saiyan.

The quickest and most immediate barrage were almost to quick to spot, as daggers and knives slashed across his cheeks, thighs and biceps. Broli tried his damnedest to locate all of the attacks at once, but was quickly overwhelmed when the he caught sight of the strangest phenomenon. Emerging from Chaos weapons dungeon portal and hopping along the hilt of these weapons seemed to be a violet blur, swiftly dancing through the fire, practically phasing through swords. Broli’s eyes scrunched with curiosity as the bombardment swallowed him.

As the smaller weapons became less frequent, each weapon gained length and mass, making the speed of the objects decrease slightly. Only then was Broli able to adapt to the speed and interrupt the second wave of the blades with a outburst of his own ki, sending the weapons all across the battlefield. Chaos followed up with a quick shot of energy that the Saiyan redirected along his wristguards.

Once his skin was no longer being ripped to shreds, Broli looked to his left and right weakly. Swords littered the mountain range, each one embedded into the rock vertically. To his far left floating above the mess was Chaos, staring expressionless with a hard glare. The brute fixed his lips to shoot out a snarky remark but instead was interrupted with a piercing noise that devastated his eardrums. A screeching laugh that morphing into a diabolical cackling that echoed through the clouds.

Broli looked at Chaos with a wonder on his eyes, as if asking if he was asking if the emperor knew what was going on or affiliated with this ghostly entity, as winds began to shift.

As the two combatants watched patiently, a strange pixelization began to distort a small space between Broli and the emperor. Hundreds of multicolored cuboid blocks began to materialize into the shape of a humanoid figure. The shades of the polygons shifted to that of violet and blood red, similar to the one Broli watched emerge from Chaos’ weapons wonderland, before the slowed. As the last rotations of the blocks clicked into place, the newest intruder was finally revealed.

The being had an awkward dual layered cladding, with a purple exterior covering most of his body while the rest was made up of an unprotected red fleshy mass. What is that freak, Broli asked himself. After a moment of silence, the demon monster spoke. “Hello Emperor,” the thing said with a nod before looking to Broli. “Saiyan. My name is Janemba, and if I had to guess, I’d say someone’s going to die soon.” The demon suddenly threw his head back with a menacing chuckle.

Then suddenly a small burst of ki exploded against Janemba’s throat. The demon cracked his neck before locking onto Broli. “I’m going to kill the both of you fuckers,” the brute said calmly.

Then Broli dashed forward, unsheathing his Zweihander and cleaving Janemba's body into to half's. The saiyan followed up by slashing the demon seven total times, slicing through him like butter. After his last blow, Broli took a step backwards and then gathered a dense sphere of ki in his palms. As he unleashed the wave of energy toward the demon who lay in multiple pieces, he listened as the diabolical laugh once again jumped across the clouds.

As he realized the lack of damage his sword implemented, Broli quickly fired off his beam of jade colored ki, hoping to disintegrate the invader whole. As the beam closed in on Janemba, the diced and separate components of the demons flesh shifted into cubes.

Once again the cuboid figures that combined into Janemba's body scattered, erasing from thin air. The beam continued flowing onward and although it missed the demon, it seemed to be heading straight for Chaos.

Harsh screams and loud yelps filled the otherwise peaceful skies of Purgatory as the demon Janemba flexed his fingers wearing an irritated expression. Before him were two lesser demons with their bodies disfigured and pixelated, shifting and flipping as the demon toyed with them. The cubes rotated at the whims of the demon as he tactically spun the polygons like chess pieces. The older souls remained trapped in the interdimensional realm that served as Janemba's domain for eternity, doomed to wander the fields of Purgatory forever.

Colossal sized waxed and glossy looking beans floated through the fabric of the gravityless space. The hues of blue, peach and teal meshed in the sky adding a peaceful feel his home, at least in Janemba's opinion. The girth of Purgatory stretched on endlessly in every direction, growing at the speed of the multiverse, filling all the space in between universes.

Purgatory’s age outdates even the oldest of universes, as it begun in unison with the original one. A natural Yang to the Yin that that grew to be acts as natural as mortal life itself, the realm that is Purgatory rose until it surpassed the laws of physics and power started reaching limitless. Within its depths, the demons might was limitless.

With each inch of the constant growing more mortal beings sprouting, each of them would inevitably commit at least a single sin. Although the individual may move on and leave behind the memory of their sins, the power of the sin itself never truly expires.The will of a sin never dies, but instead transferred. Each and every mortal who commits even the slightest of sins passes on the strength of that sin to the one who was there since dawn of creation. He’s grown and feasted off of the progressions and lust of mankind, while watching over the worlds, spreading devastation. The one birthed by the beginning of Life and deemed ruler of Purgatory. The Amalgamation of all Sins. Janemba.

The demon continued to fiddle with the bodies until dropping his hands with a grunt. The bodies fell onto the floor, spreading across the glossy bean like two sacks of one thousand dice. Janemba’s face scrunched as he froze. He smelled something. Energy from throughout the multiverse was constantly being fed into his pores, he was always absorbing this power as his roots and presence were spread through every inch of the furthest universe. In this instant though, his attention was brought to a galaxy with an average mortality grade. There seemed to be a dense collection of sinning gathering in one universe at a decently high rate.

Janemba waved his hand horizontally, the space his hand wiped away being replaced by his extradimensional pixels. In the figures played an image. A bulky mortal seemed to be on the losing end of another mortals weaponized barrage. It seemed to be a one vs one bout, though the total havoc registered on a universal level.

“Who do we have here.” he laughed tilting his head as he thought about his knowledge on this specific galaxy. He spectated as the saiyan was backed into a corner. “Woah, woah, woah little man. You can’t die yet. I just got a hold of ya,” he thought aloud. Then Janemba dematerialized, leaving the cuboid pixel squared demons screeching behind him.

As Chaos’ barrage of blades shot toward Broli, Janemba sparked to life into place, tip toeing onto several of the weapons and shifting then of course just enough while moving at light speed. As he made his introduction, the duo didn’t seem to take to kindly to it and responded with sword attacks that chopped the demon into a dozen.

“How naive, Janemba responded through a rift of Purgatory. Janemba thought for a second then chuckled to himself after getting an idea. The demon split open the fabric of Purgatory once more with his fingertips to go back into the the galaxy of the saiyan and reemerged from a small rift. Janemba poked just his head out as he spun around inspecting his surroundings. What he found instead was an upward view of the saiyan brutes nostrils, as Janemba's rift had split right through the core of Broli. The saiyan looked down to come face to face with the multicolored demon before freaking out drastically

Broli slapped at the head a handful of times before Janemba finally made his exit, sliding through the gap with his entire body. The demon laid on the ground but the brute followed up with a strong stomp coming down on his head. Janemba flinched hard and fell through the floor, sinking into a quick Purgatory rift.

The demon laughed with giddiness as he pondered in his hideout. “What about that other guy, he thought with a grin. As a circular portal flashed before him, Janemba punched his hand through the hole reached around. On the other end, a high school classroom watched in shock as a hand grabbed clumsily at their fire extinguisher. As he finally gripped it, he popped open a rift at the saiyans location, threw a single arm in the portal, and launched the fire extinguisher at the Cosmic Emperor. The canister clanged against the floor as it rolled around in a circle for a second. Then after a short moment the capsule exploded into a thick cloud of white gas, clouding the entire mountain.

As the mist settled on the battlefield, Janemba went to work on his trap. He scraped his finger along the pavement creating a large octagon of rift strips, imbued with a sharp electrical pulse, then disappeared back to his realm. The trap circled both parties, and would go off on first contact.

Chaos caught it, just out of the corner of his eye, the blur of motion that shouldn’t be. Something else had come through the portals, his portals, along with the barrage of blades. But just what was it?

The eldritch entity manifested in a pixelated shower of multi colored cubic chunks and addressed them with a voice that felt like piercing needles to his ears. And where it existed he sensed-- nothing. Literally, nothing. A total abyss, an empty, humanoid space of zero energy. Chaos looked on with a blank expression.

There was a spike of furious ki, the predictably hot headed saiyan was not interested in assessing this new threat, instead lashing out with a searing wave of energy at Janemba. Janemba’s body split like pink and purple mist around the beam, it continued to rush straight ahead, straight at Chaos.

“Enough!” he roared, voice laced with enough ki to disrupt Broli’s wave on a molecular level. The energy was snuffed out at the utterance, dissipating into emerald embers that blew around him harmlessly.

Chaos snarled, took aim at Broli again, but his attention was drawn to a bright red canister bouncing his way. His body reacted with warrior instincts, a single mighty push propelling him high above the apparatus as thick white smoke exploded out.

The cloud was impossibly large for the size of the container that unleashed it, covering the mountainside and filling the valley. Though he squinted until his forehead hurt there was no way to make out anything inside the otherworldly sheet of smoke. He let out a muted curse. What the hell is that thing...why is it here?

He let gravity take hold of him, free fall speed carrying him to least smoke filled area he could see. His feet touched the ground and it changed, his eyes widening with shock. His sword manifested out of thin air, he snatched it while spinning and slashing at the fourth dimensional bindings as they were born.

His favored blade carved through the unknown composition of material and the question repeated in his head: just what is Janemba?

For now, all that mattered was Janemba's status as a wildcard that needed to be dealt with. He had seen enough from Broli’s exchange with the creature to know it possessed some capacity of reality warping ability and possibly even teleportation. Keeping that in mind he devised a rudimentary plan to test Janemba’s combat skill and perception while keeping a keen eye on Broli’s location.

The ground was a potentially dangerous place to engage a reality warper, at least until he could ascertain the extent of Janemba’s capabilities. Working with the assumption that the creature required pre-existing matter to manipulate Chaos pressed his ki against the ground carrying him high above his target.

With a simple exhalation he unleashed a white-yellow cone of fire at Janemba, the heat of it ionizing the air along its fringes. It washed over Janemba’s positions more like plasma than flame, wide enough to swallow him several times over.

But this was only a disguise for the pencil thin beam that came barreling behind the wall of fire. It punched a neat circle through the white hot curtain and rushed down the center of it.

He stare down the pathway of his blast for a moment longer while searching for signs of the bizarre creature. He shook his head and returned his attention to his actual target. A familiar black singularity appeared before his right index finger, whistling with the rapid gathering of immense power.

But he didn't aim it at Broli, not directly. More and more ki poured into the bead, black and red motes dancing along his arm to coalesce into the singularity. So much power didn't need to be aimed. The ensuing explosion would easily erase Broli, Janemba, and any hint of mountainous terrain.

The ki blasted away from his finger at relativistic speed packing the force of several hundred nuclear eruptions.When it detonated the world was torn to shreds, the blinding flash of it vaporized anything too slow to escape the initial burst of raw power.

The demon smirked as the emperor took to the skies. The being tracked Chaos as he exited the smoke, spitting a wave of fire from his lips. The flame scorched its path as it closed in on Janemba with frightening speed. The violet violators eyes widened with glee as the fiery explosion engulfed his body. Good, annihilate me. Fulfill all of your hearts desires, the demon laughed as he took the harsh torching.

As the satisfaction of the pain washed over him, Janemba felt a snap of ki shooting toward him ready to interrupt his hell shower. The demons left arm shot up defensively with his palm open as a slim beam of energy pierced through the length of his arm, exiting out the backside of his shoulder.

Purple ooze leaked from his mouth as his fell to a knee. He prepared for some type of continuation while he spectated from below. What he felt instead though, made the edges of his lips peak. The being smiled from ear to ear as Chaos’ destructive power collected. Winds began to swirl around the emperor while electricity struck through dark clouds. Ending the party so soon? his chest bounced while he head fell backwards, his high pitch snicker inaudible under the sounds of Chaos’ power collecting.

The demon glanced to the side to see Broli gathering his own ki in response. “Are you expecting to survive boy? Futile,” he screamed to Broli. He was met with only the firing of Chaos' pitch black sphere of death as it hurtled towards the ground. To his surprise though, the brute also ripped off an intense flash of emerald flames while a small snowstorm poured from his large fists. Why must mortals always fight against fate, he questioned looking at the saiyan.

Janemba watched the Orb of blackness be flung at towards the pavement lazily, while the fiery avalanche zoomed in to meet it. This bout was coming to its climax. “Then bring me death, Chaos. Me and the Saiyan!” he shrieked as he dematerialized out of his position. Immediately after, the demons blocks of Purgatory sprouted from thin air behind the bulking body of Broli. The Saiyan peaked over his shoulders for the faintest of time as he noticed the presence of Janemba, right before the moment of blast contact.

As the explosive shockwaves flattened mountains and cut through the bedrock, Janemba put his fingers together and pulled reality apart. The gape spread like curtains as snapped his finger. As he snapped, the thin outline Janemba traced that Chaos slashed through twinkled once again. Then he hopped through his portal with a grin, making his exit back to Purgatory as the storm behind him erupted.

Broli spectated as the flames swallowed the demon beast whole, but once Chaos began building up ki to the level he had, it was obviously time to make his move. The emperor waited nonchalantly in the air as the two gathered their energies. It was evident in the feel of them, Broli was outmatched. But as the saiyan stood with blood dripping from his face and two fists pointing at the emperor together, he thought of Janemba’s outburst. I’ve known that, asshole.

Broli chuckled to himself before hearing the gravel behind him crunch under something. His neck snapped sideways as he noticed the purple demon emerge behind him. His grin turned to a grunt as he was forced to make a decision. He gritted his teeth as Broli turned to face Chaos’ oncoming attack, heavily irritated over the fact that an enemy had took his back.

As the collections of masses finally collide, Broli’s veins tore through his skin. The saiyan sent his ki into overdrive, exhausting every ounce of his power, pouring his will into his attack. The blasts pushed at each other until the merged into one single blast. The orb of energy grew larger and larger, spreadings a large dome over the range of mountains. After it finally peaked, the deflation sent devastating winds in excess of hundred of miles per hour.the winds carried debris that punched holes through the hills, the scarce trees ripped from their vines, leafs slashing deep lines all over the pavement. The Saiyan tried his best to hold his ground, but eventually he too was whisked away in the force of the aftermath. Broli was flung backwards and his body was deeply embedded into a mountainside. The saiyans head fell weakly as he chuckled between heavy blood coughing breaths, stuck in the large vertical crater his body was ingrained in.

I'm going to give this to Broli (he can choose which character gets it, in addition to a 10% heal as part of the bonus). Both guys are doing well, but I feel like Chaos isn't in top form while Broli is doing some of the better writing I think I've seen from him. The biggest thing was that I loved his handling of Janemba's arrival, and the way he wrote his Masenko in such a way as to make sense as an attack at Chaos.

Damage:

I have a base % that I award based on DR or QA vs SA, and then I add extra based on how the PL difference between two fighters. For instance, at 130k, Chaos is roughly double Broli's unpowered PL, so 2 is added to the damage of each attack. At 27 times weaker than Chaos (at 130k), Janemba really gets raped by this, but it feels realistic to me. If you guys have any qualms about this, I could consider using a different damage method. Here is the total breakdown though.

Chaos snickered as the a fifty mile section of mountaintops ceased to exist. Once tall enough to breach Avalon’s atmosphere, renowned for its inhospitable slopes and craggles, all that remained was a smooth glass crater sloping into the planet’s crust. Even beyond, into the neighboring valleys, was green and indigo glass. The height of the original detonation lacked the oxygen to ignite an inferno, but the pressure waves easily vaporized rock and compacted what remained into the semi-shiny surface that now dominated the landscape.

He scanned the devastation for signs of the reality warping fiend but found nothing. Even his keen sensing ability failed to pick up anything but the fleeting thrum of Broli’s power embedded in the glassy rock below. It couldn’t survive that, he mused dismissively.

He let gravity carry him down, eyes locked on the humanoid crater within the larger crater. His landing was feline soft, hardly making a sound on the slick surface. With each step more and more of the saiyan became visible. Broli’s body was half buried but what was exposed was either burned or bloody. Steam rolled off the shaking body carrying the putrid stench of cooked flesh. Chaos stopped, knelt down before Broli’s exposed upper body, and placed a comforting hand on his head.

“You’re a little crazy, aren’t you?” He said while patting the saiyan’s head like a father. “Crazy--” he continued, a faraway look in his eyes as if he were looking at something beyond Broli. His hand rested on the saiyan’s forehead for a few seconds longer. “Crazy. And unbelievably stupid.”

Chaos snatched the saiyan’s hair in an adamantium grip. He leaned closer to whisper into Broli’s cauliflowered ear.

“Too stupid to be left alive.”

His other hand pounded at Broli’s helpless face, two, three, four times, teeth barred in a growing snarl with each strike.

“You will suffer,” he said while releasing his hold on Broli’s hair.

Now, with both fists free, he relentlessly hammered at the saiyan, every blow fueled by mounting blood lust. Alternating lefts and rights, powerful enough individually to push Broli further into the ground, came in a blinding flurry of sadism. He wanted to feel each rib break, see every tooth separated from his jaw, and he ensured the blows would be devastating but not fatal.

Dark ki coated his hands before he swung them at the saiyan’s head, hoping to hear that oh so satisfying crunch of cartledge. Finally, shoulders heaving with each breath, the potentially torturous outburst stopped.

“Then,” his body straightened, his left hand lifted, the index finger pointed at Broli’s chest, a speck of black manifesting there. The breeze picked up with the mounting energy he collected and with the winds came black clouds that cast a dark shadow over the men. Contrasted with the ultraviolet ki ominous shadows curled on Chaos’ face highlighting his stoic expression. His eyes burned with the light at the tip of his finger as he finished his sentence: “You will die.”

The darkness at his fingertip shot forward as a lance of black ki that would carve a hole in Broli’s chest and devour his heart.

A pair of violet fingers pierced a layer of clouds as a pixelated curtain ripped open through the absorbent sky pillow with a hesitant butterfly stroke. Between the knuckles golden pupils scanned the glossy terrain, a reflective glass now coating the divot formerly recognized as the mountain range. The demon Janemba emerged through his portal with his lips curled in a devilish smirk.

Janemba watched from above as the floor far below gleamed in response to the rays of light peeking through the water vapor fluffs as he scanned the remodeled stage, searching for his battle buddies. After moments of hovering motionless above the surface, there was a strong spike in a massive dark energy to his far West. His head snapped to the side, eyes squinting in curiosity as a deafening explosion brought down one of the few remaining alps capped in glass.

In a shining flash of light Janemba rematerialized in between Chaos and the saiyan, the latter of which laying at the bottom of a tall stack of rubble. The demon wasted no time on the defeated brute, sending a pair of lighting quick haymakers to Chaos’ core in an attempt to catch him off guard, though he wasn’t finished.

The violet violator then jumped backwards a few meters and thrusted his arm directly out to the side, driving it through pixelated opening in the universe. The demon threw his blind hand around frantically as the weight of an entire mountain range came down on his wrist from the other side of the portal. He fought as best he could against the crumbling nature, pushing and grabbing at handfuls sediment rock until he found the saiyans waistline under the mound. Janemba’s eyes were stuck on Chaos as he was able to finally yank his arm out of the ripple, gripping Broli’s Zweihander in his palm. He smiled as he swung it downward over Chaos’ right shoulder.

As his arm finished its path on his opposite hip, Janemba opened his mouth wide. Almost instantly a thick poisonous fume poured from between his jaw leaking across the glossy surface before rising twenty feet high. The lavender mist took over the battlefield quicker than the warmth of a rising sun, venomous toxins casually floating through the cloud.

The periwinkle predator followed up by placing one palm on the floor, transparent scribbles excreting from his fingers in every direction. With the faintest misstep, the placed bindings would restrict the mightiest of foes even if only for a split second.

The Saiyan struggled to retain consciousness as the emperor tugged at Broli's locks, belittling the downed warrior before letting his knuckles fly. The nerves in Broli's face went numb while the man boxed up his lifeless body. His cheeks grew warm and swelled as blood leaked over his head. Then a shock of electricity shot through the saiyans limp body as Chaos went to town his core, his limbs suspended and embedded in the mountainside. Jab after jab dismantled his insides as Chaos crushed his ribcage and ruptured his spleen. The saiyan could swear he heard dismissive snickers and playful exhales as his opponents blows connected. The weak emerald flames dispersed from his body mid swing as Chaos came to a halt.

Broli attempted to look up as the emperor paused his assault but his body refused to respond. He quickly realized that the man was far more cruel and sinister than he anticipated, as the saiyans body and everything in its immediate vicinity exploded spontaneously in an ear cracking display of power, freeing him from his placement but pressing him against the ground. Chaos’ dense ki had a mind of its own, feasting on his flesh and ripping his body apart, forcing him further down the rocky rabbit hole simultaneously, drowning him in the planetary terrain.

Broli’s mind slowly began fading into an abyss of dull darkness as he let go. This guy’s just too damn strong, He finally admitted to himself as his lungs ceased their inhaling, and his chest stopped pulsing. The saiyan felt his lifeline slipping through his fingertips as he accepted his fate. His fingertips though, continued to be fondled with. The fuck is that? he fought back to semi consciousness, feeling a tug at his hip. His mind jumpstarted back to life as the sheath on his waist was forcefully emptied.

Broli’s eyelids opened slightly as he found himself face down in the dirt. He tilted his head up just enough to catch the plum colored demon blowing a huff of colored vapor from his mouth, Broli’s Zweihander in his grasp. That motherfucker, he chuckled. Broli watched through the forming cloud as Janemba threw his hand against the ground while Broli’s arms seized and spasmed as he fought for control of his body. You bitches can’t kill me that easy, he stressed as his senses finally returned, his drained limbs finally in his control once again.

The saiyans arms dug in the gravel then pushed him onto his feet silently while watching the others. He had so little left, there was no point in trying to conserve even a drop of ki. The large brute spread his chest wide, opening up his arms before clapping his hands together in a show of his remaining force. With the closing of his hands, the air pressure in between rose drastically. As the gravity came crashing around his in-line opponents within the second, Janemba reacted that much quicker. As the force closed in on them Janemba shifted himself completely, his cuboid blocks morphing into a thin line down the center of his body before blinking out of existence. Fuck, 0/1. Broli stressed, praying he connected with his abuser at the least. As the attack passed through Janemba and onward to Chaos, the slippery demon warped back into perceivable existence in the exact same spot with a slick grin over his shoulder.

Before either one of his enemies were able to retarget him, two swirls of energy gathered in each of his massive hands. The spheres were relatively small in size, but filled to the brim with the remains of his energy reserves. A dark emerald shine illuminated his hands as he fired both orbs forward, praying that he could land with his last ditch efforts. As they shot toward their opponent, Broli’s eyes met the calm and collected pattern of Chaos’ around his sphere of jade. "Ah fuck," he spat under his breath.